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The universe shuddered and groaned. The air, like a lense, focused for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, a silver sphere appeared on the earth. It sparkled like a million shooting stars until fading into nothingness, leaving behind...a woman. Her silver hair flew in her face under the stiff wind, and she pushed it back into her hood. Then she opened her eyes.

[u]Shit Faced Tavern[/u]

She knitted her brows. "What kind of a name is that?" she said to herself. Freyja fished out a strip of paper with coordinates on it. "This is the place..." She shoved it back in her pocket and moved toward it. The closer she got, the more chaos she saw. Outside, people were running and tripping over themselves to get away. A man slumped to the ground. The shadows of a brawl danced in the windows. [i]I suppose introductions are in order.[/i] She shoved open the doors to find an overgrown crocodile, a barbarian, and a shadow person duking it out between the tables.

"Nope."

Freyja shut the doors and went back out. A dark-skinned man had picked up the slumped-over man and put him on a wagon. [i]Might as well get a bit of information from them. Should I pretend to be a concerned citizen, or just be casual about it?[/i] After a moment's pondering, she wandered over to the wagon and approached the dark-skinned man. "Hey, what's going on over there?" she asked, jutting a thumb at the inn.